The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world's sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.
In literature mere egotism is delightful.
Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.
For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal: And the crimson stain that was of Cain Became Christ's snow-white seal.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.